Mental Health is the wind that I often soar against
with my tears of rain creating great turbulence
desiring shelter in the comfort of friendly arms
only to frequently land on dense structures, being attacked upon arrival
finding refuge in dark spaces where I feel at peace
waiting for the sunshine to arise, where my journey to freedom awaits
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Mental Health is the wind that I often soar against
with my tears of rain creating great turbulence
desiring shelter in the comfort of friendly arms
only to frequently land on dense structures, being attacked upon arrival
finding refuge in dark spaces where I feel at peace
waiting for the sunshine to arise, where my journey to freedom awaits
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